An Improper Mind Is A Perpetual Feast.

Give Me A Bed And A Book And I Am Happy.

I Like To Walk Down Bond Street, Thinking Of All The Things I Don't Desire.

What Pursuit Is More Elegant Than That Of Collecting The Ignominies Of Our Nature And Transfixing Them For Show, Each On The Bright Pin Of A Polished Phrase?

An Echo Of Music, A Face In The Street, The Wafer Of The New Moon, A Wanton Thought - Only In The Iridescence Of Things The Vagabond Soul Is Happy.

There Are Few Sorrows In Which A Good Income Is Of No Avail.